"I don't sleep," I said. "I just sit and think."
I thought of God as a party, a lot.
The games, the rituals, the lessons,
the stories, the songs— God played God.
Enlightened (with cups of coffee)
As I counted backwards from the dawn
rough meth heads clattered soundlessly
on the whites of their bared metal teeth
synthetic adrenaline, a certain ennui
continuous in-step with the pounding beat
ending up in a black hole
This hour of revelation became cold
I came out into the sunlight.
I sat down near the fire casting a cold eye
over the smoke and shadows.
tired, disillusioned, relieved.
Source: several short and long texts by Ursula K. LeGuin (1.4 MB)
Method: GPT-2 text generation, 125 samples 500 length temperature 0.5-1.5, cut up